[Jack's almost relieved by the answer until it occurs to him that maybe - maybe that's literal? Like something from one of the sci-fi magazines he used to read, something about a vacuum?
He thinks about asking a third time, to be even more sure, but if he's reading too much into it, he doesn't want to make the Captain repeat himself, and if he isn't... Well, it's not like he'd be able to do anything about it.
But at face value, it all shakes out to be in line with what the binder stated. Maybe 'copies' isn't the right word, but honestly, Jack doesn't give a shit if he's copied or not, just so long as doesn't have to feel guilty for not trying harder to go back, or for not being where he was needed, if he was still needed.
The tension in Jack's shoulders eases out, and he sighs and nods.
no subject
He thinks about asking a third time, to be even more sure, but if he's reading too much into it, he doesn't want to make the Captain repeat himself, and if he isn't... Well, it's not like he'd be able to do anything about it.
But at face value, it all shakes out to be in line with what the binder stated. Maybe 'copies' isn't the right word, but honestly, Jack doesn't give a shit if he's copied or not, just so long as doesn't have to feel guilty for not trying harder to go back, or for not being where he was needed, if he was still needed.
The tension in Jack's shoulders eases out, and he sighs and nods.
And he smiles a little.]
Okay. Thank you.